Hey, glad girls only want to get you high

And they're alright

There will be no coronation

There will be no flowers flowing

In the light that passes though me

Hey, glad girls only want to get you high

And they're alright

There will be no graduation

There will be no trumpets blowing

In the light that passes through me

With the sinking of the sun

I've come to greet you

Clean your hands and go to sleep

Confess the dreams

Of good and bad men all around

Some are lost

And some have found

The light that passes though me